The Faded Photograph

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The dream began not with light, but with the sound of a bell, a heavy, iron-tongued clang that vibrated through the floorboards of a room that did not exist in the waking world. Thomas stood in the center of a vast, circular hall, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet wool. The walls were lined with shelves that stretched up into a darkness so profound it seemed to swallow the faint,...

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